Toward the eastern sky...
Monastically casting sunlight onto tiled walls...
Danger overhead powerlines and heavy equipment...
Gauging to follow the line up Central Avenue...
Messages via a previous era...
Back alley after the rain storm...
Once upon a long time ago...
Vaporous mist lifting from the sierra...
Morro Bay Rock in the distance...
High rise offices still vacant long after the bust...
Dust roiling granules above brilliant horizon...
Visionary looking to the light...
High Desert tree seeking winter...
Heading out hiking trail alongside Pacific Ocean...
Eyeing sedan hightailing through intersection...
I-10 on the desert floor through the windshield...
Urban oasis at twilight interlude...
Sun glaring blinding westbound drivers...
Town abandoned but mountains endure...
To mine at foothills of Chuckwalla Mountains...
Pier fishing in Port San Luis Harbor...
Everyone's still at the beach...
Against winter storms awaiting restoration...
Searching for sea glass off season...
Urban desert in October brushed at sunrise...
Coming in for landing after overlooking all day...
Grandma wistfully overlooking John searching cove...
Imprints left in the sand...